Trixie grabbed the ringing cell phone from her back pocket.

"Hey, Diana," she said, noting the Caller ID.

"Trixie," Diana whispered in a panicked voice. "You've got to help me."

"What's wrong?" Trixie asked, alarmed by the tone in Diana's voice.

"I think there is a bird trapped in my house. I can hear it flapping around upstairs. I'm so scared. Can you come over here and do something?"

"Sure. On my way. And stay calm, Diana."

Trixie raced over to Diana's house. Along the way, she tried to figure out what she would do for a bird that was trapped inside a house. When she arrived at Diana's she saw her friend sitting on the porch.

"I couldn't stand being inside with whatever is upstairs," Diana said weakly.

Trixie patted Diana on the arm in an attempt to soothe her friend. Trixie opened the door to enter the house. Diana stopped her.

"What are you going to do," she asked worriedly.

"I am going to have a look. Maybe the bird is injured."

"Oh, Trixie, be careful," cried Diana.

Trixie tip-toed upstairs and followed the sound of the flapping noise. She got to the doorway of the bedroom from which the noise was emanating. Cautiously, she pushed open the door and peeked inside. Downstairs, Diana heard Trixie gasp and then giggle. Soon the giggle grew into laughter.

"Trixie, what is it?" Diana called.

"Come see for yourself," replied Trixie.

Diana hurried up the stairs and looked into the room where Trixie stood. She followed Trixie's upward gaze to the ceiling. There, with its' string firmly entrapped within the blades of a ceiling fan, was a Mylar balloon that was leftover from Diana's birthday. It flapped and twisted as the blades of the fan went round and round. Diana lowered her gaze to Trixie's and pointed a finger at her.

"If you ever tell anybody..."